There was something so weirdly romantic about the fact that we could only ever seem to stand each other.
So we stayed close together and tried not to interact with anyone else, but we failed.
You always said my worst quality was my inability to turn people away.
God & Man
Just throw it away, you told me, but I couldnt bear to do it.
I think about that night every time I wear that jacket.
Youd be so pissed if you knew the button was still there.
Not because it means anything to anyone else, but maybe just because it means something to me.
It doesnt matter how many photos or tweets or status updates I delete youre always there somewhere.
If I dig deep enough, Ill find you.
But thats the thing I dont want to.
I think itd be easier to move on if it didnt feel like something was always trailing behind me.
I got drunk a few months ago and ended up in the apartment where I first met you.
I hadnt meant to.
You wouldnt believe how surreal it all was.
You used to rile me up by doing the most annoying shit.
But you thought that was funny, too, so sometimes you werent careful at all.
Sometimes I see you inside other people and it scares the shit out of me.
The alternating waves of disappointment and relief can be suffocating.
Sometimes Ill tell my friends about these moments and theyll give me knowing looks.
I think you have a key in, theyll tell me.
But thats the thing theyre notmytype, theyreyourtype.
One time we took a walk through my hometown and I pointed out all my favorite places growing up.
After a minute of deliberating, I realized you were right.
Lucky guess, I remember saying, but we both knew it wasnt one at all.
Not physically, at least.
I never kept anything you gave me or wasted time searching for mementos you may have left behind.
Once you were gone, you were gone, and that was that.
Even my tattoo still holds your fingerprints from when youd touch it lightly, curiously, oh-so lovingly.
I think a little part of me will always resent you for turning my life into a graveyard.
